subnivean - adjective - situated or occurring under the snow.
Chilledbones was pacing again. Vibrant purple and blue wings remained tucked close to the banescale's muscular, ashy colored frame as her bone-covered claws scraped over the frozen, icy ground, her breath frosty and visible in the chilled air. It wasn't unusual for her to do this; pacing helped keep her warm, living as a dragon born under the Lightweaver's glow now living in the Southern Icefield, and she liked leaving her mark on the world anyways (in the most literal of senses, in this case). But today, she appeared... troubled. Even as the clouds up above her rapidly darkened and began to form almost a swirling pattern, showing the signs of an incoming blizzard, she did not retreat down into the clan's carefully carved tunnels, which were hidden away underneath the hardened ice. Something was wrong. Something was missing. Something important.
Storms had been hitting this part of the Reclaimer's Glacier far more often than usual, and it was starting to become worrisome to her, but not for the reasons that one may have thought. Although it was a dangerous thing, the clan was well prepared for these kind of storms, having made their home here; this area of the Southern Icefield was known for the chilling blizzards with their impossibly powerful winds that would end the journeys of mere travelers with the help of the bitter cold. They had prepared for that long ago. They had to, if they wanted to survive here. So it couldn't of been the issue.
Rather, the problem lay in that she could feel a disturbing lack of magic within the air of these latest storms. A lack of elemental power pulsing within them. Even as hail began to pelt down from the sky above and the winds began to pick up, the banescale merely dipped her head down somewhat and pressed her wings just a tad bit tighter against her body to defend herself from the harshness of the storm, gritting her teeth together in silence as she began to trudge across the treacherous ice. She couldn't just stand by and do nothing.
For the sake of her beloved clan, she had to investigate what was happening to cause this... and how to fix it.
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Chilledbones was pacing again. Vibrant purple and blue wings remained tucked close to the banescale's muscular, ashy colored frame as her bone-covered claws scraped over the frozen, icy ground, her breath frosty and visible in the chilled air. It wasn't unusual for her to do this; pacing helped keep her warm, living as a dragon born under the Lightweaver's glow now living in the Southern Icefield, and she liked leaving her mark on the world anyways (in the most literal of senses, in this case). But today, she appeared... troubled. Even as the clouds up above her rapidly darkened and began to form almost a swirling pattern, showing the signs of an incoming blizzard, she did not retreat down into the clan's carefully carved tunnels, which were hidden away underneath the hardened ice. Something was wrong. Something was missing. Something important.
Storms had been hitting this part of the Reclaimer's Glacier far more often than usual, and it was starting to become worrisome to her, but not for the reasons that one may have thought. Although it was a dangerous thing, the clan was well prepared for these kind of storms, having made their home here; this area of the Southern Icefield was known for the chilling blizzards with their impossibly powerful winds that would end the journeys of mere travelers with the help of the bitter cold. They had prepared for that long ago. They had to, if they wanted to survive here. So it couldn't of been the issue.
Rather, the problem lay in that she could feel a disturbing lack of magic within the air of these latest storms. A lack of elemental power pulsing within them. Even as hail began to pelt down from the sky above and the winds began to pick up, the banescale merely dipped her head down somewhat and pressed her wings just a tad bit tighter against her body to defend herself from the harshness of the storm, gritting her teeth together in silence as she began to trudge across the treacherous ice. She couldn't just stand by and do nothing.
For the sake of her beloved clan, she had to investigate what was happening to cause this... and how to fix it.
prologue (you are here) - challenge rules - achievements - elemental tracker - credits
     
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